Unknown
How hard is it to just step into the unknown,
Into the windy ice,
Where every day stretches gray,
And the sky feels so far away?
"Grow up a little," they say,
But lately, I’ve just been feeling small,
Like a shadow of myself.
I'm the happiest person you could ever meet
No, really I am
But lately, I just forgot how to wear
Why would I ever want to leave
If it's so comfortable there
Why does it feel so strange
I've been wanting this for so long
I miss my ceiling
Miss my mess
Miss my cat and his dirty hair
Would I be able to hold myself
I just want to see this through
Find the colors behind the gray
Will I ever feel okay?
Or would I still feel like I’m missing out
Searching for the pieces I've left behind?
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